His Reckless Heart

Chapter 5

Jake.

"You never really told me your name," the beautiful brunette hair girl who I was driving home with me from the club said.

So many things have happened in the last couple of years and they were mostly not for good.

As you may have guessed, I stole the money I gave to Rebecca that night. I was later caught and arrested by the police after a CCTV camera captured my face during the robbery.

I spent over three years and would have spent more if the old man had not had a change of heart and wanted to find out why I decided to go for robbery.

I told him the truth; I told him that my girlfriend needed the money and I didn't have it, so I opted for robbery. I also told him that I did not have any intention to hurt him, as I had only used a toy gun I found on the floor.

Luckily, the old man believed me and told the police to drop the charges against me.

I later got to know that the old man had been diagnosed with a terminal illness, and before his death, he had made me his sole heir, as he didn't have any children or family.

I was very happy when I finally got my freedom, and my first thought was to go and look for Rebecca, the beautiful homeless girl who captured my heart from the very first moment I set my eyes on her.

She was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen; there was something about her bright blue eyes that made me want to stare deep into them and get lost in them anytime I was with her.

Her naivete and her willingness to take whatever life threw at her with courage made me fall helplessly in love with her.

I loved her so much that I was willing to do anything for her.

Imagine my disappointment when I got to know that she was not only fine but also happy in the hands of another man.

She moved on without me, not bothered about how or where I was. As much as I wanted to be happy for her that she finally got the family she so desperately wanted, I found myself hating her for abandoning me.

She would have found me if she had made the effort; instead, she happily accepted to be betrothed to her current lover.

I thought she loved me, and I thought what we felt toward each other was beyond words, but it is now clear to me that I thought wrong.

She never loved me, she only used me, and I was too naive to see through her pretense, I was blindly in love with her, but not anymore.

I see her every day on the news smiling and posing with her new lover and her father for the whole world to see; she has completely forgotten that I was the one who made it possible for her to be enjoying this new life of hers.

I had to throw all my moral upbringing to the wind just so she could get what she wanted.

So much for love.

Luckily for me, before the old man died, he had taught me how to make beautiful art pieces, and being that I have always enjoyed drawing and painting, I was very quick to learn and became a master of art.

The prison also taught me to be tough, and the routine workouts turned me into every girl's dream. But I guess it wasn't the same for Rebecca, I was never her dream man, and I was never going to be.

I got out of the car, pretending not to have heard what she said as I walked towards the house to open my door. The house may not be as massive, but it is the perfect home for me. It could have been more perfect if Rebecca hadn't betrayed me, and we were living there as a family.

I shook my head, trying to shake off those thoughts and focus on the moment. I had to concentrate on this petite brunette-haired girl waiting for me to mount her and give her eternal strokes just like every girl before her.

Throughout the time I spent with Rebecca, I showered her with so much love and care. I was ready to do anything and everything I could for her, but she paid me back by forgetting my existence and living happily with another man.

The thought of that always stirred anger within me, and each time I remembered the fact that I never did anything with her, not even a kiss, I felt dumb and used.

There was no doubt that she used me, and I felt foolish for giving her the chance to do that.

To ease me and cool the rage burning inside of me, I get down with girls who look like her or have the same features as her. It's a way to please myself and get back at her.

"You didn't answer my question," the girl said again, moving closer to me this time. "I should at least know what I'm supposed to moan when you give me that huge rod." She chuckled, her hands trailing my chest, down to my waist.

I grabbed her hands and forced a smile. "You will know when it's time." I pulled her to the cushion and made her sit. "Why not keep yourself busy before I get back?" I handed her the remote control and headed for the room.

I began to pull off my clothes. I love to stay clean before getting down with any of these ladies, but the musky and sweaty smell I get from them gives me a remembrance of what Rebecca used to smell like. It makes me feel like she was the one I was having fun with.

I chuckled as I stepped into the bathroom, washing off for a few minutes before stepping back out. I dried off and headed back to the room with just a towel wrapped around my waist.

As I got there, about to call on the lady, my eyes caught what she was watching on the TV. It was her.

Rebecca.

I clenched my fist when I saw her standing side by side with that same man, a big smile on her face. How could she be happy after leaving me miserably? How could she be doing well after leaving me to rot in jail?

Fury pulsed through my veins. I gritted my teeth in anger. I wished I could see her and tell her how much I hated her.

I was about to turn away when what I heard pulled me back. "Will you marry me?" he asked.

My whole attention was focused on the TV screen. My heart raced as I watched, hoping against hope that she would turn him down, saying she had someone else she was in love with, but that didn't happen.

What did I expect?

"Yes!" Rebecca answered, and my whole existence seemed to shut down.

Her word, 'Yes,' kept echoing and resounding in my ears. How could she! How could she live happily with another man after doing this to me?

How could she move on without me? I despised her more than before. I hated and regretted every single affection and love I showed her. I wished I could turn back time and never met her!

"Oh, sweet." The lady's voice jolted me out of my deep thought.

She stood up from where she was sitting and moved closer to me, her hands finding their way to my waist.

"Why didn't you tell me so we can bathe together? We could have started from the bathroom?" She chuckled. "But, it's not too late." She went down on her knees immediately and pulled off the towel around my waist, throwing it to the chair.

I could feel her hand around my c**k, grabbing and stroking me in the best way possible, but I wasn't entirely with her. My eyes couldn't leave the TV screen. The anger I was feeling clouded the pleasure that was beginning to flow through me.

"I present to you, my fiancée!" The man announced and held Rebecca's hand up.

The smile on her face only intensified my anger. How could she! That was what kept ringing in my head. I got her to the position she is today, but she completely forgot about me.

I had to serve in jail all because of the money I got for her, so she could meet her family, but she repaid me by forgetting about my existence.

My heart seemed to stop beating when I saw him leaning closer to kiss her. I looked away immediately. I couldn't watch that. How could another man take possession of the woman who was supposed to belong to me? It made the rage burning inside of me intensify.

I looked down at the lady who had been trying hard to pleasure me. If I can't have Rebecca, I would at least have some other lady. I grabbed a handful of her hair, twisting it around my hand before pulling her back.

"Get set for the rollercoaster." I chuckled before I began to push myself in and out of her mouth.

I made sure my c**k touched every wall of her mouth, causing her to choke. I wasn't having enough of it, so I pulled her up from the floor.

Without hesitation, I pulled down the zip of her dress and dropped down to the floor, leaving her with just her bra and panties.

With no waste of time, I unhooked her bra and also pulled down her panties. I picked her up in my arms and headed for the room. Even though I was doing all of this with her, all I could picture and think about was Rebecca, and that annoyed me. I need to get her off my head.

I laid her on the bed and mounted her, taking her boobs into my mouth. I bit her playfully, and she seemed to like it, so I kept on with it.

"That hurts," she moaned softly. "But I love it."

It gave me the zeal to continue. I fondled and made sure to suck every bit of her n****e before I moved down from her chest onto her v****a, which was already slick and wet.

I pushed my finger inside her; her loud moan felt like rhythmic music to my ears, and I wanted her to dance to the tune. I added another finger, pushing it in and out and pressing hard on her clit.

When the images of Rebecca and that man flashed before my eyes again, I could no longer take it. I mounted her and slid into her, thrusting hard. I thought that would make me get the thoughts of Rebecca off my head, but each thrust reminded me of her. Even though it was hard to accept, I wished she was the one I was doing this with, not someone else.

"You're being too rough; you are hurting me!" The lady cried out.

"Rough means fun!" I responded and leaned closer to her, pinning her hands down to the bed. "You are going to enjoy it," I added, slamming myself inside her and going in with my full length.

I pulled out and turned her swiftly. Before she could catch her breath, I slid into her from the back, grabbing her waist and pulling it close with one hand while I grasped her breast and fondled it with the other.

The clasping of our naked skin together made a rhythmic tone that sounded pleasing to my ears. I kept on going, pushing myself in and out of her. Even when I felt myself building towards the edge, I pushed it back; I still wasn't done with her.

My eyes caught my belt where I dropped it; I picked it up and swung it around her neck. I felt in so much control, and that was what I wanted.

If I had been in control, Rebecca wouldn't have given it a thought to go with another man, not to talk of getting married to him.

"Stop!" She cried out again.

But I didn't; I was sure she didn't mean that. She probably said that out of enthusiasm. I kept on with it, thrusting in and out of her, rolling my waist to make sure I touched every wall of her v****a. My eyelids curled as my body filled with so much pleasure; I wanted to pour it out, but I couldn't; I kept going.

"Stop!" She shouted again and threw the belt around her neck off, pushing me off her. "You are disgusting! You've hurt me already!" She ranted and rushed out of the room.

"But I'm not done." I went after her.

"You are not a human but an animal!" She barked at me and picked her clothes from the floor, rushing out without looking back.

I fell to the chair; this was just an illustration of what happened to me. I thought I was in control; I thought Rebecca loved me just as much as I loved her, but I was wrong; she never did.

I felt more miserable than I was before; I could no longer contain my anger; I had to make sure she regretted what she did to me.